We have been praying for rain (which seems a bit senseless during the already dry season because it would be out of season to get rain). It has only rained once since we moved here on June 1st and that was the day that our friends from the International Egg Commission and the American Egg Board stepped foot on Project Canaan in August (a “lucky” and much appreciated gesture). When we arrived back from the US on Tuesday at 2PM the rains started as we were unpacking the car (not that our arrival had anything to do with it, but that is how I know when it started because I got wet!). It is now Saturday morning and the rains continue to pour, the ground is saturated and the runoff from the hills around us is starting to fill both our dams. We are thankful, but we are also stuck … literally. There has been 6 feet of water rise up and now covers the bridge that we use to get to town (office, school, gas station, grocery store, airport, hospitals … you get my point, eh?). I am glad that I have a fully stocked pantry, tetra milk for my coffee and matches in case the power goes out.
|Baby Joy arriving home.|
Okay, on to our new bundle of joy. Yes, her name is “Joy” and she came to us on Tuesday at the tender age of ten days. She was dropped in a pit latrine (outhouse/toilet) when she was born and thankfully someone heard her cry and climbed down in to get her out. She was immediately taken to the police and hospital to be cared for while an investigation took place. As you might guess, the mother was found and is now in prison for attempting to kill her baby. Same story, different faces. Joy is a beautiful baby and we are thankful for our fourth little girl. We have eight boys and now the ratio is a solid two to one.
|Emmanuel and his mom.|